Chapter 691 Departure

The things of this world can not escape the cycle of life and death, Sun Tai looked at the father and son in front of the collapse, and a smile appeared on his face, at this moment, he looked peaceful and slowly burned the last trace of his longevity.

Hearing Wang Lin’s promise, Sun Tai gave him a deep look, putting this person who was entangled with his own grudges in his heart once again, he seemed to be in a trance in front of his eyes, as if he had returned to a few hundred years ago, in the Immortal Realm of Rain ……

A scene slid by in front of his eyes, finally settling on the calm but slightly aged face in front of him.

“Between life and death, it turns out to be so short ……”

Sun Tai contained a smile and closed his eyes.

The deathly aura on his body was thick to its peak in this instant, but in the next moment, it dissipated.

“Grandpa Sun ……”

Tears flowed from Wang Ping’s eyes as he looked at Sun Tai’s peaceful face and cried out.

Wang Lin sighed softly and touched Wang Ping’s head as a trace of calmness flashed in his eyes. Seeing through life and death, seeing through the cycle of reincarnation, so things, like smoke and silk floating clouds, see, but will not stay in the heart.

Sun Tai’s tomb, in the back mountain of the falling moon village, the village dead people, will be buried here.

The tombstone, engraved by Wang Ping, reads: “Tomb of Sun Tai”, with the name of the righteous grandson Wang Ping.

When Wang Ping was twelve years old, Sun Tai adopted him as his grandson, and Wang Lin did not stop him, because Sun Tai was already older than him, and was old enough to be Wang Ping’s grandfather.

As for him and Sun Tai, they were equals, and even as Wang Ping felt, for Wang Lin, Sun Tai, from the bottom of his bones, had a kind of awe.

Inside Sun Tai’s tomb, there was no body, his body, which had become an altar of ashes, existed inside Wang Lin’s storage bag, which was his promise to Sun Tai.

The sixteen-year-old Wang Ping. Handsome and extraordinary, compared to Wang Lin, he was getting older and older.

The passing of the years, brought away Wang Lin’s face at the same time, also made the village Zhang family women lost interest in matchmaking, but as Wang Ping grew up, put this interest, placed on this child.

Just this Wang Ping is quite the wind of his father, although the appearance of handsome, but the action is extremely calm, usually not much to say, but the eyes are wise flashes.

Sun Tai left a year later, this day, in the Wang family’s compound, Wang Lin hand holding a wooden block, is carefully carved, Wang Ping sat aside, calmly looked at his father, in his father’s face, there are wrinkles, the vicissitudes of life is more intense.

“Carving, to use the heart to knife, each knife, are carved in the memory, only so, can be called the name of a craftsman!”

Wang Lin didn’t look up and said flatly.

Wang Ping nodded his head and similarly picked up a wooden block and carefully carved it.

In the setting sun, the figures of father and son were stretched very long, their movements were similar, even their demeanor was extremely similar, as the setting sun fell, the figures faded, just that trace of divinity, but it was eternal ……

“Think about it?”

The setting sun eventually fell, dark colors shrouded the earth, in the courtyard palm up lights, put on the lampshade, Wang Lin calmly said.

Wang Ping, who was beside him, put down the half-finished statue in his hand and fell silent.

Wang Lin did not urge, sat aside, picked up Wang Ping’s statue, looked carefully, this statue is slightly rough, but the charm of the carving of three.

The wooden carving was Sun Tai, who had a proud face and eyes looking at the sky. Each of his hands had seals within them, a bizarre aura that coalesced in his body, and there were clouds under his feet, which looked quite evocative.

“Father, why don’t you let me learn the spells of those immortals left behind by Grandpa Sun ……”

Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly.

Wang Lin sighed softly, Sun Tai had always still not followed his own ideas on this matter, but had secretly taught Wang Ping the art of cultivation under the pretext of accepting him as his righteous grandson.

All of this, could not be hidden from Wang Lin’s aptitude, if not for Sun Tai in order to teach Wang Ping the art of cultivation moved life, he would not have been four years ahead of schedule, early return.

As a father, Wang Lin is not a person of arbitrariness, he looked at Wang Ping, this child, inherited his mother’s Liu Mei’s face, but also with his own sixteen years, learned his own calm.

The wise aura in its eyes, when it flickered, Wang Lin seemed to see another self.

“Because the life of cultivation. It’s not suitable for you.”

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and said softly.

A small smile appeared on Wang Ping’s face as he looked up at his father and said, “Father, I didn’t bother to cultivate those cultivation mantras that Grandpa Sun taught me, I never did.”

Wang Lin nodded his head, he naturally knew all of this, even though Sun Tai had imparted the cultivation mantras, but to the very end, Wang Ping had never gone to cultivate them.

“Father. You …… are also an immortal, right?”

Wang Ping bowed his head and asked.

“Not quite an immortal, just a cultivator.”

Wang Lin revealed the vicissitudes in his eyes and slowly said.

“What father means is that he wants me to live my life in an ordinary way, instead of following in your footsteps and becoming a cultivator, is that right?”

Wang Ping was silent for a moment and spoke.

The bright moon in the sky, gradually rose, the moonlight fell on the earth, softly, through a trace of the moon’s cold. The breeze came, and the lampshade hanging on the side, was blown and shook, making the candle flame within it, also turned bright and dim, intermingled in the moonlight, shrouding the courtyard.

“Yes.”

Wang Lin put down Wang Ping’s carving in his hand, his gaze looking into the night sky, his voice wavering.

“What if …… Ping’er is unwilling to ……”

Wang Ping raised his head and looked at his father, this was the first time, in his sixteen years of life, that he had spoken to his father like this.

Wang Lin’s gaze fell on Wang Ping, he didn’t speak, he just calmly looked away.

Time slowly passed, Wang Ping’s head, gradually lowered, as if he didn’t dare to look at Wang Lin’s gaze.

“A life of cultivation is not suitable for you! This matter, don’t mention it again!”

Although Wang Lin’s voice was light, it was firm, only within his eyes, in a place Wang Ping couldn’t see, a trace of sadness flashed, this sadness, it was very thick ……

Wang Ping said bitterly, “Yes, father, I will not cultivate.”

Wang Lin did not say anything, he turned around and walked back to the premises, at the moment his body stepped in, his voice came out, “Ping’er, take your medicine.”

Wang Ping was silent, for a long time, sighed softly, stood up and entered the room, his back was somewhat lost ……

Father’s majesty, did not show, just in Wang Ping’s heart, but is incomparably huge, he is powerless to resist, can only comply with his father’s wishes, ordinary, live this life.

“In addition to cultivation, the things of this world, I can give you all!”

Wang Lin’s voice slowly came out as Wang Ping was lying on the bed after drinking the medicine.

Wang Ping closed his eyes and didn’t speak.

In the darkness, Wang Lin sat alone in the courtyard, staring blankly at the dark place in front of him, the sadness in his eyes, once again, flashed by.

The passage of years was often like the moon in this darkness, you couldn’t see when it would come, and by the time you found it, the moon had already set on the earth.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed since Sun Tai’s death.

This year, Wang Ping, was nineteen years old. He had completely turned into a handsome youth, the childishness on his face, although there was still some, but if you did not look closely, it was difficult to see.

His appearance, with Liu Mei, was also becoming more and more similar.

In comparison, Wang Lin, was even older, and the nineteen years of age had left deep traces on his face.

In the nineteenth year of Wang Lin’s arrival in this Moonfall Village, he put away his family’s belongings and took Wang Ping with him, leaving.

At the time of parting, the village and Wang Ping grew up with childhood friends, have come to see off, the vast majority of them are some girls, they look at Wang Ping’s gaze, full of grievances.

In here, especially that Zhou family’s second girl, is more so.

Just Wang Ping on all this, but is oblivious, his looks inherited from his mother Liu Mei, but the character, is inherited from Wang Lin, for the female color, look very light.

Nineteen years of time, the falling moon village of birth, old age, sickness and death, a generation of people aging at the same time, the new generation gradually grew up, when Wang Lin came here those neighbors, ten people, went three or four ……

Zhou family big man, although the body is still hard, but obviously not more than young, he is now standing next to Wang Lin, quite emotional, said: “Wang family brother, a flash of nearly twenty years, really fast, I still remember the year when you held Ping’er when you came here a scene, but right now, you are to leave.”

Wang Lin smiled faintly and said gently, “Brother Zhou, all these years, I’ve caused you trouble, it’s just that the child has grown up and I want to take him out to walk around and see the world.”

The big man of the Zhou family sighed with emotion, his gaze fell on Wang Ping who was surrounded by the girls in the village in the distance, and smiled bitterly, “It seems that my family’s Er Ya doesn’t have that blessing.”

Wang Lin shook his head and laughed, “It should be my family’s brat that doesn’t have that fortune.”

Not far away, Wang Ping looked as normal and said softly, “You guys take care ……”

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Wang Lin.

Just at this time, there was a woman among the girls, ran up a few steps, red faced, and said loudly, “Wang Ping, will you …… you come back later?”

Wang Ping footsteps, did not turn around, softly said, “It should not be ……”

The girl’s eyes reddened, leaving two lines of teardrops, and she seemed to hear the sound of her heart breaking.

“I hate you! Wang Ping!”

The girl cried, turned around and ran away.

Wang Ping frowned and came to his father’s side without speaking.

The Zhou family’s big man let out a long sigh, clasped his fist at Wang Lin, and said, “Take care, Wang family brother!”

Wang Lin had a good feeling about this brash man and smiled, “Take care!”

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the distance, Wang Ping followed behind him, after walking out a few steps, he hesitated, turned back to look at the girls that were crying and kept going away, sighed, and gradually went far away along with Wang Lin.

“Father, why are these girls so troublesome, especially that Zhou Ruotong ……”

Catching up with his father’s footsteps, Wang Ping frowned.

Wang Lin laughed and turned back to look at Wang Ping, inheriting Liu Mei’s looks, Wang Ping’s handsomeness had a demonic feel to it.

“You don’t like that Zhou family’s daughter?”

Wang Lin said with a smile.

“Don’t like it, just …… when she cried just now, I have some reluctance in my heart.”

Wang Ping sighed.